Eden's Playground: Graystone Academy Book One by BE Kelly (highly illogical behavior txt) 📕

the crown jewels, right?” Anson questioned. “She’s never let us in there. Father would have her hide if she did.”

“Well, then, I’ll just have to be extra persuasive and we’ll never tell father. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Duff said. He backed Eden into the hot spray of the shower and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her, his erection jutting into her belly.

“Again?” she asked, smiling up at him.

“Again,” he agreed. Duff pulled her up the cold, tile shower wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He sank into her body and by the time the three of them finished their shower, the water had run cold and they were all well sated. Eden had a feeling that her wolves were going to keep her up half the night taking her body, and that thought made her giddy. First, she was going to refuel and hopefully help them break into their father’s study to look for some answers. Then, she’d spend the rest of the night between her wolf shifters, trying to sate their demanding appetites.

Anson

It took some begging, some pleading, and a whole lot of groveling, but when Glory finished cleaning the kitchen and announced that she was heading up to bed, she “accidentally” left her keys behind on the kitchen counter. She was a watchdog with those keys and Anson knew that she had done it on purpose, although she’d never admit it.

“Will she get into trouble for doing that?” Eden asked. “I mean, your dad won’t fire her for leaving the keys on the counter, right?”

Duff shrugged, “If dad finds out about us going into his den, she’ll just tell him she must have misplaced her keys. He’d never fire Glory. He wouldn’t last one day without her.”

“Let’s get this over with. We need to figure out why Eden’s father blames our father for Bianca’s death. It might be the only way to put our two families back together,” Anson said.

“I don’t know,” Eden breathed. “I think we did a pretty good job of putting our two families back together earlier, in the pool house,” she teased.

Duff chuckled, “She’s not wrong, man.”

“If you two can get your mind out of the gutter for just a few minutes, we can search Dad’s office, and then we can get back to joining our two families,” Anson said.

Anson picked up the key to his father’s study and his brother and Eden followed him down the hall. He tried the door, finding it locked, and Eden poked his side. “Maybe use the key that Glory left for you.”

He pushed the key into the lock and turned it. “Thank you,” he grumbled. “I would have never figured that out without you.”

“You’re welcome,” she sassed, sticking her tongue out at him. Duff laughed and pushed past the two of them and into his father’s study.

“You two stand there and have your little spat,” Duff said. “I’ll check out Dad’s office.” He walked over to his father’s desk and pulled open drawers one at a time, rummaging through the contents.

“He’s not very neat about the way he keeps his office,” Eden said.

“Why do you think he needs Glory? I wasn’t kidding when I said he’d never fire her. He’d drown in this sea of papers,” Anson said. “Take that stack of papers over there and I’ll look through this stuff.”

“What exactly are we looking for?” Eden asked.

“Anything that shows the Kirkpatricks and the Graystones together,” Duff said. “Or anything that looks suspicious.”

Eden started looking through a stack of papers that sat on his father’s bookshelf. When she finished and announced that she found nothing, Eden turned her attention to the pictures that littered the shelves. “Is this your mother?” she asked. Duff picked up the picture of their mom. It was from when she first met their father. She was so young and healthy, it almost hurt Anson’s heart to see her that way. Unfortunately, it wasn’t how he remembered her.

“Yes,” Duff said.

“She was beautiful,” Eden whispered. “You both have her eyes.”

“She was a beauty,” Anson said. “I miss her.”

“Me too,” Duff admitted. Eden looked at the pictures of the two of them through the years. His father had a few of their school pictures in side by side picture frames.

“You two were adorable,” she gushed.

“Thanks,” Anson said. “Can you tell us apart?” he questioned.

“Yep,” she said. Eden pointed to a picture of him on the right side of the frame. “This is you,” she said to Anson.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Not many people can tell us apart like that.”

“Well, I am sleeping with you both now,” she teased. Duff barked out his laugh. “Plus, you have a crooked smile and Duff doesn’t.”

“Ah—just more proof as to why I’m the better twin. My perfect smile wins every time,” Duff teased.

“I don’t know,” Eden said. “I think Anson’s crooked smile is pretty darn cute.”

“Thanks, Baby,” Anson said, pulling her up against his body to wrap an arm around her.

She put the picture frame back on the shelf she took it from and quickly grabbed another. “This is my aunt,” she whispered. “Is this the picture that you told me about, that your dad keeps of my aunt? Why does your father have a picture of Bianca?” she asked.

“No clue,” Anson said. “I mean—he obviously never got over her, but if he was accused of her murder, why would he keep a picture of her?”

“As a reminder,” Eden said. “Or to keep something out of sight and safe.” She put the picture frame down on his father’s desk and opened the back of it, popping out the picture and some papers that were hiding behind it. “Got you,” she whispered. What looked like scraps of paper fell onto his father's desk and Anson picked one of them up.

“They look like letters,” he said. He carefully pulled it open and looked down at what appeared to be a love note of some sort between his father and Bianca.